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Isaac shakes his head, pushing away Faye's hand, "I shouldn't drink your blood, it might make you hungrier than you already are. I think its because of your age, you'll probably have more control as you get older." Licking the cut close he stands up and takes Faye's hand. "Come on, let's get home. If you can hold out until early evening you can have my blood then, along with Micah if he needs it. He might have more control so he might not need it, but better to be safe than sorry."

When he enters the house again, he senses that something is not right, he can't smell any humans in the house, and Elizabeth would be still having some trouble walking since she had just had the baby yesterday evening. Letting go of Faye's hand he hurries upstairs, opening the door without knocking. He stands there in shock, seeing the room completely empty, and the silver chains on the ground that was meant to protect the family. Then a notices a fourth scent of human, "Lucien must have come home, and been upset about something. Probably with his family being here. Or maybe Elizabeth told him and he became angry and took her. Faye wait here, I'm going after them, stay with Micah."

Ignoring the sting of the light Isaac runs out, tracking down their scents, which he realized there were some slight differences between them. With his unnatural speed, even when weakened, he quickly catches up to them, seeing Lucien forcing them along. He runs ahead of them to confront Lucien, "What is wrong with you man!? You're wife just had the baby last night and hasn't fully recovered yet! You can't just force her to walk around so much, it could affect her health permanently! Elizabeth, why aren't the children and you wearing the silver? You shouldn't have taken it off, even more so if you're going outside on today of all days! The new moon is tonight!" He pulls out a silver chain with a handmade wooden cross, reaching out to give it to Bridgette, but quickly drops it as his hand burns because of the sun, quickly pulling it back into his cloak. Biting down on his lip he tries to ignore the pain that it caused, his hand blistered and sore, but not something some fresh blood can't heal.